Making The Hardest Choice

Chapter 1: Good News, Bad News, and A Flashback

Kim's POV

There were screams everywhere when I appeared on stage. I was always nervous before every concert, but once I started singing I would forget all about it. My fans are the ones that encourage me even more with my singing career, but before I continue, I will tell you how it all started.


Let me introduce myself. My name is Kim Crawford. I am 14 years old. It was the middle of the year, I was going to sing my original song called, Hate Is A Strong Word, at our school's Talent Competition. It was finally my turn. Once I finished singing, my parents and everyone else applauded for me. A few other people went up after me until it was finally time to announce the winner.

The host walked up to the stage and she said, "I'm so proud of all of you talented people, but sadly there has to be one winner. The winner of this year's Talent Competition is... Kim Crawford! Oh, congratulations Kimberly!"

She gave me a big hug. Then, someone came over to me.

"Why hello I am a record producer from LA, and might I say you were incredible. Is that an original song of yours, dear?" She said.

"Y-y-yes, it is." The blonde was now speechless, and couldn't say any more.

She then continued talking. "How would you feel if you recorded your music back in LA with me?"

"Are you serious? Me?" She nodded.

"I would feel like the most happiest person on Earth. It would be a dream come true."

"Well that wish is definitely going to be a dream come true because it's going to come true. So, what do you say, are you in?" She said

"I would love to!"

"Great! Here's my card. You have 'til Friday afternoon to pack. Call to tell me your address so I can pick you and your family members up."

"Thank you very much."

"Your very welcome."

After that, I told my parents all about it, and they were proud of me. We then packed our stuff. And that's how it all came to be.


When I finished my concert, I went to my dressing room, and I texted my mom so she can pick me up. After about 30 minutes, she called me and said she was waiting outside. I grabbed my bag, and headed outside. I went to the back seat in my mom's car. When I saw her she had a huge smile on her face. Then, I said, "Mom, why are you smiling?"

She kept smiling, and finally said, "Honey, I got some great news!"

There was silence, until I broke it, "You were saying, mom."

"Oh, right. Your manager has booked you for a movie deal." But after that was said, her smile faded. I just knew there was some bad news. Heck, there always has been. Soon, we were parked outside of our house. After we got out of the car and into our house, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Okay, mom. What's the bad news?" I asked.

"You know how you had to leave high school during freshmen year?" I nodded. Then she continued, "Well, your teacher for your school lessons got into a bad car accident and passed away. We've been looking for a replacement for a week, but it's no use. The only other option we have for you is for you to enroll at the high school you used to go to. Honey, I am so sorry, but that's really the only option we have."

I felt awful. I think this was the worst news I have ever had. I can't believe my teacher passed away. Why her? She was the most nicest teacher I knew. Now she's gone, and right now, just the thinking about her made me want to cry. To add to the horror is that I have to go back to high school. People would look at me differently now that I am famous. It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I hate when people try to be friends with me just because I'm famous. I bet if I weren't noticed by a record producer, I would still be known as the person you pass by in the hallways, a nobody.

"Mom, it's fine. You don't have to be sorry. What happens, happens."

"I know you'd think I'm being ridiculous after I say this, but what if there was a reason to all this happening?"

What is she talking about? Is she saying that Ms. Cameron died for a good reason?

"What? Are you saying that my teacher died for a good reason? That doesn't even make sense! How is dying worth for a good reason? Can you at least tell me that?!"

She just stayed silent.

I then walked up to my room, clearly upset. How can she think of such a thing? Could she be right? I shook that thought away. It can't be. While I was thinking about the topic, I changed into my pajamas, and got ready to sleep. Once I was in bed, I looked up at the ceiling where my glow-in-the-dark star stickers were. I remember how I begged my mom to put those stickers on the ceiling. I always looked up there as if it were actual stars whenever I needed to think, until I fell asleep.

After a while of thinking, my mom suddenly knocked on my door.

"Come in." I said.

She opened the door slowly and walked over to me. She sat on the edge of my bed, then said, "I know you're upset, but I was thinking about it all week. It may be true or maybe not. I was just saying."

"I know mom, I just don't see how it's for a good reason."

"Alright then, goodnight. Oh, and before I forget, you start school on Monday. 8AM."

"Ugh. I don't know why I used to enjoy going to school."

My mom chuckled before going back to her room.

Well, might as well sleep. Hope Monday will turn out great.